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Several people on the ship give the crowd of animals and strangers some cursory glances before returning to their own conversations. You find your way to the galley, the smell of food becoming stronger. Part of the ship's hold has been converted into a large kitchen and dining area, where you see a half-orc slaving away on a stove. Stacks of flapjacks and ground sausages are piled on plates on a long table in front of him with small jugs of sweet smelling syrup next to the plates.
A spray of water hits the deck as the ship heads into a rough patch. The knight who was swabbing the deck looks at the captain of the boat, a rather sour-looking halfling. "Oi! You don't need to rush us headlong toward death!"
"Quit your grousing," the halfling shouts. "I'm not gonna avoid the waves because of your delicate sensibilities!"
The knight huffs and goes about cleaning up the salt water on the deck.
Godrick's grip on Sadhana's hand tightens for a moment. "This is the end of my road...I have been a Covington, but penniless. I have been an Anizari, but a man. I have been a paladin, but a heretic in the eyes of many churches."
Godrick takes a deep breath. "Aroden's soul is trapped...consumed by Malfeliax. Our god dwells in a prison with countless other souls. He must be freed, despite the fact that the daemons are waiting for his release...You will have to face them and restore Aroden's place."
The old paladin closes his eyes. "The tattoos we bear...they are our heritage and a tale of our paths. They change as we live. New ones appear for every death we witness and every life we save."
Shimmering green tattoos swirl on Godrick's arms. "The Anizari have become corrupt over many decades, desperate to regain their former glory. You must free your Sisters as well...take my power, Sadhana. In the coming days, you will dream but they will be my memories, knowledge that I've collected. I hope they will be of some help..."
The old man begins to fade from the magus' sight as his tattoos crawl up Sadhana's arm before settling on her upper arm in the shape of a rose. The design slowly changes from green to blue.
A pulse of energy runs through Sadhana's body and, when she looks down, her hand and the bed where Godrick had lain are empty. No evidence of the old paladin remains.
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Godrick reaches for Arista's face and wipes away her tears. "I've been alive a lot longer than many people have the right to...You're still in good hands, Arista. When I look at you and Alethiro, it lightens my heart. Even shining warriors have dark pasts, but leaving a brighter future is the best I could have hoped for. I'm sure you will guide Valwick and Zahvroma to a greater glory than it has ever known."
Godrick holds up his hand as Sādhanā and Ylrhea enter the kitchen. "We have tonight, Michael. Let me say my peace because I this is my last one. My illness...is grave. I will not see another dawn and I wanted to spend my last moments with you. In the last few days, I have seen to it that you are all given your own homes in Valwick. Barclay knows of this and will give you your keys upon your return.
"As much as it pains me to do so, I understand," Godrick starts, taking Clara and Sādhanā's hands. "The bonds of marriage are not meant to constrict, not meant to hurt, not meant to create a love that isn't there. What you did came from a good place, but you realized that this bond was not meant for the both of you. There is no fault here, only a greater understanding. In the eyes of the gods, whom you both serve, I dissolve your marriage. May a new path be opened to both of you and a good life ahead."
He lets go of the paladin and magus' hands. "May we go inside? I need to speak with you all about a different matter..."
A handsome man in ornate armor walks on deck. "Can I have your attention, everyone? First of all, I'd like to thank you all for volunteering to come on this expedition. I know you were adequately compensated, but the Order of the Albatross appreciate you setting everything aside to come on board. My name is Lieutenant Micah Elsbridge and I'm the commanding officer on this ship. If you have any problems, let me know and I will handle it to the best of my ability. We will be sailing to Frijia and it will be a two day journey. While we don't have sleeping quarters, we have plenty of hammocks to accommodate you all. When we get to Frijia, it will be a twenty mile hike through ice and snow to get to our base camp. I think you might be pleasantly surprised by it."
He looks over the crowd. "Some of you appear to have talents that we are desperately in need of. When we arrive at the base camp, if you have combat experience or magical talents, we will need you to form several expedition groups. Much of Frijia is unexplored, though there have been reports of fey in the forests near our base camp. The rest of you will be assisting us in setting up a settlement. We have plenty of supplies and we hope that you bring some enthusiasm to it. If you're a butcher, a baker or a candlestick maker, your talents will not go to waste. I'll leave you all to get acquainted. If you're hungry, our chef has cooked up some delicious food in our galley down below. Just follow the tasty aromas and you'll find him. Thank you again."
He gives the crowd a polite bow before heading to the captain's quarters.